I took my gf to the game. She being a football hater I thought I would make her the offer before someone else – and/but she accepted (bad luck Brad). It was her first. (and yeah after 20 years I still call her a gf) The rules really flummoxed her and goals and point etc. She even asked what those blokes with the flyspray were doing on the field (waterbottles). At quartertime she said she knew what was wrong with Fremantle … they couldn't hold the ball. And during the third she said no. 9 was really good. She even barracked a little and rode the bumps for the the team – something given her pre game mood was really quite something. We discussed the game with others at half and threequarter time and we all agreed we'd smash them in the end but maybe my best call was to show her where to stand at the train station to be in front of the next train door. All up it was a good day. Thank you George for being in Berlin and Judith for offering me the ticket.
